N I G G E R

N.I.G.G.E.R (Nigeria Is God's Greatest Enunciated Race) On the road to Africa lies riches & diamond rings, In the land of green & white & green, The men with "three eyes" are kings, Raising above sickening sins that stinks And becoming a god without God investigating, Corporate Merriment on the day of their joy Though we're questioning & vexing. We're Unforsaken but a 'chosen generation, A royal priesthood, an holy nation' (Though could be unholy in her approach sometimes), Beauty & power laudest in our ovation, A land of brown sands, blood & brine, Riches & undying hope in its prime, Queuing vehicles & praying hands To lend our spirit, soul & body wholly Like ghost to trouble joy, we tell the story; Eyes gaze at the pilot stars Calculating our abundance & scattered equations. So let's swear an oath On the highest mountains & hills Like starved whores on pills, Like gods careless of mankind under their eyes, That greatness will be a reality someday, And like lost treasures from a capsized ship Nature shall wash your shells where this land lies And it shall breed saviours of our kind. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 2017